Paris avec ma mère

To finish off my 2 week extended spring break with my mom, I under packed my bag(in anticipation of buying more things that I didn't need) and embarked on a trip to Paris. We arrived and proceeded to enjoy 4 days of fine dining, flea market shopping, sightseeing, French speaking, and metro taking.

Here is some flea market devoid of tourists and full of golden vintage finds. Hipster paradise??

It rained a lot and I wore this hat instead of an umbrella.

We went to the Galeries Lafayette and took pictures from the roof while perusing expensive clothing that we will one day buy with our fortunes to come.

Amazing desert from Le Petit Prince. Some chocolate mousse cake with some jelly/jam and ice cream for me and strawberry rhubarb pie with sorbet for mom/me.

We found a cute overpriced organic cafe and chose to have a lighter lunch in lieu of rich french food/bread.

We went to some grafitti exhibit at the Grand Palais.

Here are some of my favorite pieces.

It decided to get sunny on our last day in town so we soaked up the rays(aka hid under trees to protect our fair skin from certain third degree burn).

We hung out on the lawn in front of the eiffel tower after taking a ride on the tourist boat

and ate baguette with brie and grapes.

Then my mom left for Greece and I missed my flight back home due to Metro related problems and was forced to buy 2 new tickets and stay a night in Barcelona...

One word to describe Paris. Incroyable.

PS: I know my hair is out of control/a greesy mess/a mullet in the making. A cut is on my list of things to do.

The beach and white people

After being in Spain for about 8 months, I decided it was time to take a trip to the beach. Mom drove while I navigated, and I managed to survive the experience unscathed... physically, not mentally.

Our rental.

Being the Aryan prince/day walker that I am, I lathered myself in the strongest sunscreen available in this country of bronze gods/goddesses and still managed to burn my oh so fair skin.

I ate some fresh grilled fish on the beach.

Then we went to the only hotel in town and got a room with a view.

I then went exploring for equally lost souls in our hotel and found that no one under 70 was to be found. Even with a little added color to my complexion, it is still recommended to wear eye protection when staring directly at me.

All the old people made me anxious, so I drank some Manhattans.

The end.

KKKristians

Semana Santa just ended . Some images seen daily in the street processions include the following. There is a major difference in the processions seen here and the ones seen in the racist south in that the people under the hoods speak Spanish instead of the more common english.

Doesn't it just make you want to convert???

To escape the throngs of over-the-top brainwashed Catholics, I flew to the more educated/liberal/interesting city of Barcelona and met my mom there. We saw the sights, ate some food, and came back to Granada.

We then rented a car and drove up into the mountains.

I ate this dead lamb.


Then we came home and had a Barcelona recap by watching Vicky Christina Barcelona. Cliché???